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If you take your nose out of the air for one second you'll see that you're designer, I'm vintage. You've got a mansion, I've got a five floor walkup. You're snotty little miss cranky pants and I go with the flow, so why would you ever think for one second that I'd ever have the same taste in guys? So here's a little pointer for you. Get over yourself and stop trying to be my daddy's little girl because I'm not going anywhere.

Clarrisa: Oh, very you, lovely. So Henry asked us to give you a few pointers, didn't he? Well, pointer number 1: go home. Mother and I belong here and it's quite clear you just don't fit in. And pointer number 2: while you're packing, keep your grimy little Yankee paws off Armistead Stuart, he's mine.

Daphne: If you take your nose out of the air for one second you'll see you're designer, I'm vintage. You've got a mansion, I've got a five floor walkup. You're a snotty little miss cranky pants and I go with the flow, so why would you ever think for one second that I'd ever have the same taste in guys? So here's a little pointer for you. Get over yourself and stop trying to be my daddy's little girl because I'm not going anywhere

Glynnis: I'll put a cork in it, Clarissa.

Clarissa: Maybe someone should have put a cork in it seventeen years ago.

Glynnis: Now Daphne, we don't want to make a scene now, do we?

Libby: Take your hand off my daughter or you won't get a scene, you'll get a Broadway Musical!

Henry: I think I owe you a rather large apology.

Libby: Do you think I've waited 17 years for an apology?

Henry: You like co-co pops?

Daphne: Dude, its chocolate. Need I say more?

Glynnis: Darling, darling, all I'm saying is before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your political career out of the water, we might at least consider doing some checking up on her